Murphy'S Mid-Century

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
... We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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Happy Saturday! We’re here from 11:00-5:00, swing by and say hi.

Thank you Member Kent Hehr for taking an interest in our little shop and for being such an active representative of our community! Check out our chat with Mr. Hehr below!

Thanks Minister Joe Ceci for stopping in at our official opening last night!